When love is given leave to look, the countless fears that seemed to be a self are shown to have no home in the mind at all. They rush instead into what is already mindless and rush it toward its own undoing, for a thought of separation, once seen clearly, cannot be housed in willingness and can only run to the nothingness it always was.
So a mind watches its whole army of terrors drown, and finds it has lost nothing real. What appeared as a legion of dangers was one error wearing many faces, and when the one who looked at last chose to look with love, the many simply ceased, because a lie has no substance to survive the light.
Unclean spirits: the swarm of fearful thoughts the mind mistook for its own identity
Swine: the mindless drives that carry a fear once the mind refuses to keep it
Herd: the multitude of terrors that seemed like an army yet were a single error many times over
Sea: the formless depth into which an illusion dissolves when it is finally seen as nothing